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23 Ways I Am Turning Into My Mother, Or An Old Person

Kids these days, am I right?


I'd like to think that I'm an old soul. Which is another term for "self-hating millennial."

And if you read my bio on The Odyssey or some other of my articles that I've written, you know why.

However, I've started to think that I'm not an "old soul' at all. I've started to think that I am slowly turning into my mother.

I feel like everyone has this moment where they realize, and fear, that they are turning into one of their parents. However, that usually happens when they are married with kids, not when they're a junior in college.

Here are 23 ways I am turning into my mother, or some other older person.

1. I can't recognize any songs on the radio

Who sings that??

2. I don't like most songs on the radio

"It's just noise!"

3. I complain that today's music isn't "real music''


4. I listen to music from the 70s, 80s, and 90s

And I wasn't even around then.

5. I long for CDs

They were great, unless you got your fingerprints or nails on it and they were ruined forever.

6. I hate the Internet

It's just true.

7. I have no idea where all these memes come from

Likem], what makes a meme anyway?

8. I have no idea where all of these gifs come from


Who the hell is that laughing girl again?

9. I have no idea what any of these new slang terms are


Why is thick spelled with two c's?

10. I talk about millennials like my mother.


"I have no faith in the next generation!"

11. I have no idea how all this new technology works

Sad, but accurate.

12. I don't know why they keep making all this new technology

Do we really need a regular phone, a tablet, and a phone on our wrist?

13. I actually miss having a flip phone

C'mon! They were fun and they actually worked!

14. I have left two parties this year because the music was "too loud''


It was also because I didn't have anyone to hang out with, but the music was the main reason.

15. I don't want to go out at all

Sometimes it's because I have work, but even when I don't have work, I still don't want to go out.

16. My knees hurt

Granted I have tendinitis, but still!

17. My back hurts

18. I have migraines

They're pretty much hereditary in my family.

19. I hate today's TV shows

Have Hollywood TV writers just lost their creativity?

20. The only TV shows I like, besides reality TV, are all set in a different decade

Friends, the original Will and Grace, The Goldbergs, etc.

21. I complain about bad drivers

They're the worst.

22. I complain about politics

Granted everyone should, but still.

23. I encouraged people to vote on my Facebook


In all seriousness, I saw an article encouraging people to not vote in the upcoming 2018 midterm elections. And it scared me. Whether or not you are a Democrat or a Republican, it is so important to vote in the primaries. This will have a great affect on the next two years. Your vote does matter.

Anyone else with me? Bueller?

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Please Spare Me From The Three Months Of Summer Break When People Revert Back To High Schoolers

They look forward to swapping stories with their friends at the local diner, walking around their old high school with a weird sense of superiority, and reminiscing their pre-college lives.


I know a surprising amount of people who actually couldn't wait to go home for the summer. They look forward to swapping stories with their friends at the local diner, walking around their old high school with a weird sense of superiority, and reminiscing their pre-college lives.

Me? Not so much. I don't mean to sound bitter. It's probably really comforting to return to a town where everyone knows your name, where your younger friends want you around to do their prom makeup, and where you can walk through Target without hiding in the deodorant aisle. But because I did this really annoying thing where my personality didn't really develop and my social anxiety didn't really loosen its grip on me until college, I have a very limited number of people to return to.

If you asked someone from my high school about Julia Bond, they would probably describe her as shy, studious, and uptight. I distinctly remember being afraid of people who JUULed (did you get high from it? was it illegal? could I secondhand smoke it and get lung cancer?) and crying over Algebra 1 in study hall (because nothing says fun and friendly like mascara steaks and furious scribbling in the back corner while everyone else throws paper airplanes and plays PubG Mobile).

I like to tell my college friends that if I met High School Julia, I would beat her up. I would like to think I could, even though I go to the gym now a third of the time I did then. It's not that it was High School Julia's fault that she closed herself off to everyone. She had a crippling fear of getting a B and an even worse fear of other people. But because she was so introverted and scared, College Julia has nothing to do but re-watch "The Office" for the 23rd time when she comes back.

Part of me is jealous of the people who came into their own before college. I see pictures of the same big friend groups I envied from a distance in high school, all their smiling faces at each other's college football games and pool parties and beach trips, and it makes me sad that I missed out on so many friendships because I was too scared to put myself out there. That part of me really, really wishes I had done things differently.

But a bigger, more confident part of me is really glad I had that experience. Foremost, everything I've gone through has shaped me. I mean, I hid in the freaking bathroom during lunch for the first two weeks of my freshman year of high school. I never got up to sharpen my pencil because I was scared people would talk about me. I couldn't even eat in front of people because I was so overwhelmingly self-conscious. I remember getting so sick at cross country practice because I ran four or five miles on an empty stomach.

Now, I look back and cringe at the ridiculousness because I've grown so much since then. Sure, I still have my quirks and I'm sure a year from now I'll write an article about what a weirdo Freshman Julia was. But I can tell who had the same experience as me. I can tell who was lonely in high school because they talk to the kids on my floor that study by themselves. I can tell who was afraid of speaking up because they listen so well. I can tell who was without a friend group because they stand by me when others don't. I can tell who hated high school, because it's obvious that they've never been as happy as they are now.

My dislike for high school, while inconvenient for this summer, might be one of the best things to happen to me. I learned how to overcome my fears, how to be independent, and how to make myself happy. I never belonged in high school, and that's why I will never take for granted where I belong here at Rutgers.

So maybe I don't have any prom pictures with a bunch of colorful dresses in a row, and maybe I didn't go to as many football games as I should have. Maybe I would've liked pep rallies, and maybe I missed out on senior week at the beach. But if I had experienced high school differently, I wouldn't be who I am today.

I wouldn't pinch myself daily because I still can't believe how lucky I am to have the friends that I do.

I wouldn't smile so hard every time I come back from class and hear my floormates calling me from the lounge.

I wouldn't well up when my roommate leaves Famous Amos cookies on my desk before a midterm, or know how to help the girl having a panic attack next to me before a final, or hear my mom tell my dad she's never seen me this happy before.

If I had loved high school, I wouldn't realize how amazing I have it in college. So amazing, in fact, that I never want to go home.

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Reflections On My Freshman Year Of College

The memories that will last forever.


As I write this, I'm now back home for the summer. As I unpack my clothes, my postcards, and my photos from my dorm, I can't help but reflect on my first year of college.

Going into school, I had the added stress of completely moving out of my hometown in New Jersey with only two weeks to turn around and then move out to Boston. Additionally, I was the only person in my high school graduating class to choose Emerson, so I went in completely alone. Thankfully, things turned out okay, and I quickly started to feel at home.

I have loved meeting so many people with different perspectives, who came to Boston from all over the country. I have friends on the East and West Coasts, and what feels like everywhere in between. My favorite thing about college is that my career path involves so much storytelling, and the city around me is constantly radiating new and interesting stories.

I've met musicians, artists, and filmmakers who each have a unique passion for their respective crafts. It's been an honor to tell their stories through my own work, and to learn more about the intricate details that go into music producing and filmmaking.

Victory parades, protests, and marches have all made their way down my street at one point or another. I've captured confetti and smiles and picket signs and screams through my camera lens, in the thick of it in my corner of the city.

My new Boston neighborhood set the scene for so many memories and valuable experiences. Only my second week into school, I auditioned for a role as an on-air broadcast correspondent on a campus news show, and was lucky enough to get the position, becoming the only freshman on the cast during my first semester.

This was easily one of my most impactful experiences of my first year. I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to work with such a talented and respectful cast and crew, who taught me so much about broadcast journalism in a single year. Never have I ever envisioned myself on screen, so this was a truly pleasant surprise.

I worked as a behind-the-scenes photographer on a film set. I joined a sorority. All of these things are things that were completely unexpected. College has pushed me from my comfort zone in the best way possible, and led me to so many new, positive people and opportunities. I look forward to more adventures in my new city, and to more continuous inspiration and challenges.

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